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1 " His lips were softI lay upon his armsIt was like a dream.I felt free,Kissed his cheek.He was staring I was drunk but he,Tasted like wineSo smooth and caring. "
― , Pretty wounds
2 " I miss winter because it smells like you,A mixture of jazz and few drops of dew. "
3 " No matter how dreams look like,They will break you into small piecesWhen you wake up. "
4 " I want to close the doorOf an ancient house in the woodsSomewhere so farAnd devour you.I want to kiss youLike I've never tasted your lips.And I want to feel youLike it's the last time for me on earth. "